Why do I keep seeing his face? Of all the people to haunt my subconscious, why is it Mr Grumpy face lurking in my dreams?
I blinked up at the massive shadow towering over me, desperately wishing he'd just stop moving. Or maybe I was the one swaying.
I squinted hard, like forcing my eyes shut would somehow make the room stop lagging.
I pointed a shaky finger at him. "Why is he glaring at me. Look at him." I narrowed my eyes, trying to fight him off.
"Why is he wasted?" The voice was cold, without any emotion.
Absolute dread dropped into my stomach. That wasn't a hallucination. That was actually Noel.
Lina answered immediately. "He had a really rough day, and he…"
"I'm not interested in the backstory." Noel didn't even look at her. His eyes stayed locked right on me, pinning me to the booth. "I'm here to take him home."
